Roark gripped my jaw in his palm, drawing my eyes back to him. He released me only long enough to say,Tell me to stop.
“We should.”
He nodded, but his hand remained under my skirt, his thumb drawing small circles on the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. This would not be accepted. King Damir’s prize with the prince’s personal guard would be seen as a distraction the king would not allow.
“We should stop.” My lips hovered over his. I adjusted my position on his lap, settling my core over his hardness. Roark hissed through his teeth, and his fingers dug into the flesh of my leg. Itilted my head, drawing my lips to his ear, and whispered, “But don’t you dare.”
A breathy sort of groan was all I was given before Roark kissed me. Where his touch had been gentle, his kiss was desperate. Fingers tangled in my hair, he pulled me closer. I clawed at his shoulders, gripped his tunic in fistfuls, circled his neck to allow me to lose myself in the feeling of his hard body.
His domineering mouth parted my lips and gave me the warmth of his tongue. He tasted like mint and heat. A fierce collision that tilted the ground beneath me.
A shudder of a gasp fell against his mouth when Roark’s fingers teased the line of the thin undergarments over my core. His eyes spoke a thousand words, a dark declaration to stop him was there, but underneath was a hope, a plea that I wouldn’t.
I clasped a hand around his wrist, guiding his palm to the slick heat of my center.
Roark breathed heavily against my skin, one finger touched me, teased me, then slipped inside me.
I bared my throat, wishing I could bite back the mortifying sounds. His hips bucked gently and the Sentry added a second finger.
I kissed him. The movement of his mouth spun my head in as much delirium as the curl of his wicked fingers. Roark’s mouth claimed my jaw, my throat, his teeth scraped over my skin. With his other hand, he tugged the sleeve of my dress off my shoulder and kissed me there.
I held the back of his head against my skin, my body arching into his touch, his tongue, his kiss.
I wanted to unravel him the way he was destroying me.
With one hand, I reached between us, gathering the latches of his trousers, but Roark pulled my hand away and shook his head.His eyes burned in a molten blaze when he opened his palm over my heart, patting the place three times.
A gentle declaration this moment belonged to me alone.
My neckline slipped low over my chest, barely shielding the peak of one nipple. Roark slid his fingers deeper inside, and his thumb rolled across the sensitive apex between my thighs, in the same moment his mouth found the swell of my breast.
His touch was too much, it stole my restraint, and I bucked my hips with every motion of his hand.
Roark grinned against my skin when I whimpered. Heat coiled taut in my lower belly. My thighs clenched. As though sensing the build, Roark lifted his head, holding the back of my neck, and crashed my mouth against his.
I broke.
Roark kissed me through the wave of my release. His name rolled over my tongue. He held me closer, pulsing his beautifully cruel fingers in and out of me, and in the same breath steadying me through the rush until my pulse slowed again.
One palm brushed over his flushed face. I traced the curve of his lips. He studied me, face unreadable.
What were we doing?
“I want to touch you,” I whispered, embarrassment heating my cheeks.
Roark’s eyes glistened with dark need. He seemed to consider the words, no doubt weighing the risks and worth of this, then gave me a slow nod.
The way I’d done to him, Roark guided my palm to the front of his trousers where his desire strained against the laces. I stroked him over his trousers for a moment, then reached for his belt. My palms settled on his thighs. “I have never done this, but will you…let me taste you?”
Roark’s jaw flexed. He took hold of my wrist and flattened my palm so he could speak across my skin.I do not expect it.
“I know,” I whispered. “I want to.”
His eyes heated. A small smirk teased the corner of his mouth. Roark gripped my chin with one hand, drawing my mouth close, but with the other he made certain I understood his every command.On your knees.
All gods.
I leveraged off his lap and lowered to my knees between his legs.
